You are a hero--a born leader of men! I know it! Have I not heard it from the men who have fought against you, and yet admired and understood you, ay, better than your own ?--gallant men, Clarence, soldiers bred who did not know what you were to me nor how proud I was of you even while I hated you?
Come with me! Think what we would do together--with one faith--one cause--one ambition! Think, Clarence, there is no limit you might not attain! We are no niggards of our rewards and honors--we have no hireling votes to truckle to--we know our friends! Even I--Clarence--I"-- there was a strange pathos in the sudden humility that seemed to overcome her--"I have had my reward and known my power.

I have been sent abroad, in the confidence of the highest--to the highest.
Don't turn from me.

I am offering you no bribe, Clarence, only your deserts.

Come with me.

Leave these curs behind, and live the hero that you are!" He turned his blazing eyes upon her.
"If you were a man"-- he began passionately, then stopped.
"No! I am only a woman and must fight in a woman's way," she interrupted bitterly.